Just relax! It's what Jesus would do

SID: Just give it a fucking rest, okay? You know, it's you and me. You know that, and you're being stupid!
CASSIE: My turn!
SID: You went away! Why did you go away? You know, I needed you, and you pissed off! My dad said... he said you're special, but you're not! You're just slutting around like a spoilt kid!
CASSIE: Michelle, Sid, Michelle!
SID: I don't love Michelle! I never loved Michelle, I love you, but you— God, where were you? Dad fucking died. I needed you. I mean, Michelle?.. We had great sex for three days and guilty sex for the rest. So what? I don't care! I did it. I hate you. Fine, fuck fifteen year olds. Whatever. I'm sick of saying sorry. I love you. You say sorry.
CASSIE: I didn't fuck Effy's friend, Sid. His mum had sown his name into his trousers, and, well, he got a bit excited. And he squashed my slug. My slug called Sidley. So I threw him out.